At dusk, Lin Banxia was feeling exhausted from all the socializing.
She had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, leaving her dazed and groggy, so she found an excuse to go upstairs to rest.
Huo Qinglin patted her shoulder gently and said, "Banxia, get so rest. I'll co find you later."
Lin Banxia nodded and quickly left the lobby on the first floor.
Her tolerance for alcohol was low. Earlier, the wealthy young n kept urging her to drink, either trying to flatter her or deliberately get her drunk. Even though Lin Banxia only took small sips each ti, she still ended up intoxicated.
Unsteady on her feet, she staggered upstairs.
Pulling out her room key card, she planned to find her room.
She vaguely rembered her room being one of the last ones down the corridor.
But at this mont, her vision was blurred, and her mind hazy. She thought, I'll just use the card and try—the room that opens must be mine. Even the room number was becoming hard to recall.
She took out the key card and began swiping it at each door. Suddenly, one door opened.
"This must be it!" she murmured and pushed the door open to enter.
The cruise ship was still sailing across the sea, and the view through the floor-to-ceiling windows was utterly magnificent.
Lin Banxia leaned back onto the spacious white bed, thinking only of sleeping deeply at that mont.
Her dress felt uncomfortably tight, so she decided to take it off before sleeping.
Finally feeling a touch more comfortable, she turned on the air conditioning, hugged the quilt, and drifted into a deep slumber.
Having finished a lengthy eting, Yan Ting rubbed his brow wearily, intending to return to his room for a break before handling the evening's banquet.
But, as he swiped his card to open the door, he found a woman lying on his bed, her back turned to him—and seemingly not wearing any clothes.
"Damn it..." Yan Ting cursed under his breath irritably. This must be one of Huo Qinglin's pranks.
Last ti it was just a joke, but now he had actually sent a woman to his bed—and completely undressed, no less?
Yan Ting's thin lips curled into a cold smirk. If this woman had so little sha, then she shouldn't bla him for lacking rcy.
Yan Ting decided to throw her out imdiately.
Just as he grimly set his face and moved to take action—
The woman let out a soft sigh and then turned over.
A pale, slender leg erged from beneath the quilt, hugging it as she continued to sleep.
Yan Ting's outstretched hand froze mid-air.
The twilight glow streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows gently illuminated the woman's figure.
Against the backdrop of light and shadow, he could faintly see her delicate, beautiful face.
"Lin Banxia?" Yan Ting murmured in slight astonishnt. How did this woman end up sleeping in his bed?
And how did she even get in here?
Yan Ting furrowed his brows tighter. At this mont, he didn't have the energy to figure out how she had entered.
Every detail in sight was soft and pristine. The smooth, tender texture brought back mories of that passionate night.
That night, he had held her as if in a frenzy, savoring her in every corner of the room. The feeling stayed with him, lingering in his dreams for nights to co.
Perhaps it was the abstinence from physical intimacy for too long that made him beco hopelessly captivated by her body.
She hadn't disappointed him either—her sweetness was indescribable, lting him to his very bones, shaking his soul.
The way she slept, relaxed and sprawled out, was as if she were in her own bed—carefree, unguarded like a little lamb.
Danger lood closer, yet she showed no sign of awareness.
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